Something’s dragging through the dark… Something’s breathing in the hall… You can hear its teeth grinding— Then you hear your name get called… [Verse 1] A swollen head on crooked legs, Long dead arms that scrape and beg, No neck, no spine, no human shape, Just hunger wearing a nightmare’s face. Its mouth splits open, ear to ear, A blackened pit of teeth and fear, It smells the blood beneath your skin, Then kicks the door and charges in! [Pre-Chorus] Run through the cellar! Run through the street! It hears your heartbeat— It follows the beat! [Chorus] CORPSE CHOMPER! BIG HEAD, BIG MOUTH—NO WAY OUT! CORPSE CHOMPER! HE’LL CHEW YOU UP AND SPIT YOU OUT! CORPSE CHOMPER! TEETH LIKE TOMBSTONES CRASHING DOWN! CORPSE CHOMPER! WHEN HE COMES—DON’T MAKE A SOUND! CHOMP! CHOMP! THE NIGHTMARE’S GETTING CLOSER! CHOMP! CHOMP! HERE COMES THE CORPSE CHOMPER! [Verse 2] His tiny legs move twice too fast, His dragging claws tear through the grass, He bends his arms around the trees, And snatches victims when they scream. He cracks their bones like kindling wood, He paints his filthy teeth with blood, He swallows faces, hands and feet, Then spits the pieces he won’t eat! No grave is deep, no lock is strong, He smells the dead and comes along, He digs them up beneath the moon, But living meat will find him soon! [Pre-Chorus] Hide in the attic! Hide underground! He opens his mouth— And swallows the sound! [Chorus] CORPSE CHOMPER! BIG HEAD, BIG MOUTH—NO WAY OUT! CORPSE CHOMPER! HE’LL CHEW YOU UP AND SPIT YOU OUT! CORPSE CHOMPER! TEETH LIKE TOMBSTONES CRASHING DOWN! CORPSE CHOMPER! WHEN HE COMES—DON’T MAKE A SOUND! CHOMP! CHOMP! THE NIGHTMARE’S GETTING CLOSER! CHOMP! CHOMP! HERE COMES THE CORPSE CHOMPER! [Breakdown – slow and crushing] Head like a boulder… Mouth like a grave… Arms reaching farther… For anyone left to save… He doesn’t speak… He doesn’t sleep… He only feeds… On piles of meat… ONE BITE— YOUR BODY BREAKS! TWO BITES— HE EATS YOUR FACE! THREE BITES— NOTHING REMAINS! CORPSE CHOMPER! SAY HIS NAME! [Fast Verse] Down every alley, under every bed, He hunts the living and devours the dead, A stomach that growls like a funeral bell, A walking mouth dragged straight out of Hell! The cops found footprints covered in gore, A giant tooth stuck inside the door, The final message scratched in stone: “THE CORPSE CHOMPER IS NEVER FULL!” [Final Chorus] CORPSE CHOMPER! BIG HEAD, BIG MOUTH—NO WAY OUT! CORPSE CHOMPER! HE’LL CHEW YOU UP AND SPIT YOU OUT! CORPSE CHOMPER! TEETH LIKE TOMBSTONES CRASHING DOWN! CORPSE CHOMPER! WHEN HE COMES—DON’T MAKE A SOUND! CORPSE CHOMPER! HE’S UNDERNEATH YOU—DON’T LOOK DOWN! CORPSE CHOMPER! HE’S RIGHT BEHIND YOU—TURN AROUND! CHOMP! CHOMP! THE NIGHTMARE’S GETTING CLOSER! CHOMP! CHOMP! HERE COMES THE CORPSE CHOMPER! [Outro – guttural chant] BIG HEAD! BIG MOUTH! NO WAY IN! NO WAY OUT! BIG HEAD! BIG MOUTH! HE’S NEVER FULL— HE’LL EAT YOU NOW! CORPSE… CHOMPER… CHOMP!
